(The war goddess’s debut) Claire vs Vermeil

[DarknessMaster]

Claire yelled in pain with each punch, before attempting to kick Vermeil’s leg out from under her, holding her stomach from the multiple punches that Vermeil nailed her with, planning to get on top of Vermeil and retaliate with some punches of her own

”Ugghh, Goddess you pack a punch”

Claire said, clutching her stomach due to the multiple punches her gut suffered, she knew that she had to end this off soon or Vermeil was gonna beat her into a bloody mess

[Bearhug Goddess]

Vermeil was rather impressed to see that her opponent was able to respond to her punches by kicking and then climbing on top of her. Vermeil tries as hard as she can to hit her opponent when she's on top of her, but it's getting pretty complicated for her, especially since she's been hitting herself during this time.

"Grrrrr!!"

Vermeil growls in rage and tries to grab her opponent to throw herself to the ground with her, falling on top of her.

[DarknessMaster]

Claire was panting a good amount, gasping in surprise as she was thrown onto her back

”what’s the mat-“

Before Claire could finish her sentence she ended up being smothered by Vermeil’s breasts again, thrashing and kicking violently underneath her heavyweight opponent with an “mmmm!” Occasionally being heard, as she’s desperately fought for freedom from her double d cup prison

[Bearhug Goddess]

Falling with her adversary, Vermeil simply remained lying down, sighing in pain from the multiple blows she had received and the fatigue accumulating from running after such an agile opponent.

"Ahhhh...ahhhh..."

Vermeil sat up after about thirty seconds lying on her opponent, still staying on her to not let her escape.

[DarknessMaster]

Claire gasped for air as Vermeil sat up, before immediately attempting to get as far as she could from Vermeil, panting as she ran in an attempt to make distance between the both of the them, and sat in the corner

”so demoness, is smothering your only idea~?”

Claire asked with a slightly forced chuckle, she knew she could end up dodging Vermeil if she saw her attack coming, she just had to get in a headlock and she was as good as the war goddess she knew she was

[Bearhug Goddess]

Despite the fact that Vermeil was still sitting on her, the goddess had ended up escaping and taking her distance. Seeing that, Vermeil sighed deeply to recover as much stamina as possible, she knew she wasn't going to have much luck this time to catch and touch her opponent.

"You're just running...that's disappointing!"

Vermeil then threw himself on her opponent and gave a long blow, perhaps touching his opponent if she dodged. But this kind of blow had a big disadvantage, she could easily counterattack after each blow.

[DarknessMaster]

Claire ended up dodging Vermeil’s attack by ducking between her legs, before immediately attempting to jump on Vermeil’s back to lock in a headlock again, attempting to wrap her legs around Vermeil’s waist and her cute little arms around Vermeil’s neck to get in a headlock, wanting to end this match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Vermeil was sighing from the suffocation, she tried to hit behind his back with her elbows but it seemed to be ineffective. Under the panic of losing his breath, Vermeil swayed in all directions to knock his opponent off her and then throw himself on the ground to crush his opponent. If the goddess did not release Vermeil at this time, Vermeil would be in a very dangerous situation.

[DarknessMaster]

Claire tried to keep the headlock applied, at this point she knew she only had to keep Vermeil from getting her off, struggling to breath under her opponent’s beautiful body, all she could do was pray that Vermeil tapped out before her, she had too win, Sam was counting on her, she couldn’t let her big girl down

[Bearhug Goddess]

Vermeil tried somehow to get out of it by rubbing herself on the ground but her opponent did not give in. She then grunted more and more weakly because of the lack of air in her lungs. Gradually, Vermeil struggled with less strength and began to close her eyes, and feeling the defeat coming she preferred to give up by tapping the carpet three times with her hand.